His eyes reigned over all that was cruel and dark. His hand outstretched to command his dark forces and seize all that was light and beautiful. All citizens were to wear the same frown of despair and colorless emotion. Not one was allowed to wander, reflect, imagine, or feel. Man and woman were jointly confined to the depths of the darkest hours and ruled by death itself. A lifeless existence they all lead.
Each child was born colorless, already void of emotion. Once born, the child was immediately trained the order of the land, knowing neither love nor compassion. That was until he was born. He, with eyes of gold and hair of wispy curls, could curl the tips of his mouth into a half-shaped moon and release sounds of pure delight. His lips were stained and cheeks rosy, and he was a stranger of the land. Once born, the Master himself was sent the news and examined the child with his own piercing slit eyes. He examined the child closely, clicking his teeth and clenching his jaw. The little boy looked up at him with pure amusement, pointing with pure glee as the Master’s eyes bled red with anger.
“What is this?” He shouted. His shout echoed throughout the darkness. After the echo of his scream had subsided, all that could be heard were the soft giggles of the little boy. The Master plucked the boy up with two fingers and held him by his soft neck.
“We shall drain him of his color, his vitality, his life,” he commanded. At once, the soldiers seized the boy and brought him to the confinements of the Master’s dungeon. The soldiers held the boy upside down, hoping the color would drain from his head, shook him until the boy spurted soft coughs, and screamed incantations to alter his appearance. The boy stayed as he was, beautiful and colorful.
The Master looked about the vast darkness before him and just as the soldiers ran to relay the news of the child’s undefeatable color, a flash of light illuminated the town, for just a few seconds. The black walls became red as bricks, the sky a deep blue, and even the men and woman in his line of vision were given but a glimpse of color in their pin straight hair and sullen faces.
The guards caught the glimpse of color, and in that moment, they felt. Not knowing what it was, they all hurled back, holding their bodies in agony.
“Something has come over us. Possessed my mind to deliberate things it never has,” one guard screamed in terror. The Master thrust his hand forth in stern assertion, immediately silencing their expressive cries.
“Silence,” he declared. And with his acute words all recollection of color immediately ceased, and darkness again enveloped them. “Destroy him.” the Master sharply whispered.
The guards ran back to the dungeon, repeating the lifeless demands in their narrow minds. Whispering “destroy him” so their own ears would not forget the directions given. In the dark corridors of the dungeon, the men could not see the young child, which amused him even further. His giggles illuminated the halls and the men finally saw the young boy’s golden eyes piercing through their cold minds. A guard seized the boy, prepared to carry out the directions the Master had given until another flash of light swept the dungeon; this one longer than the first. The guard dropped the boy, appalled at what he was about to do. In him rose the compassion of mankind and when he saw the tinted joy in the faces of the guards around him, he felt his own eyes mist over with color.
The Master saw the color from the place he stood, and tried with all his might to suppress it. It was too late, the citizens had seen the glimpse of pleasure and all were consciously willing the color to stay. The combined power was impossible for the Master to defeat. No color reached his own face, instead his slit pupils disappeared, and features furrowed into an inhuman creature, defeated by the light of life.
The little boy clapped his hands in merriment as he imagined life without darkness.
Each child was born colorless, already void of emotion. Once born, the child was immediately trained the order of the land, knowing neither love nor compassion. That was until he was born. He, with eyes of gold and hair of wispy curls, could curl the tips of his mouth into a half-shaped moon and release sounds of pure delight. His lips were stained and cheeks rosy, and he was a stranger of the land. Once born, the Master himself was sent the news and examined the child with his own piercing slit eyes. He examined the child closely, clicking his teeth and clenching his jaw. The little boy looked up at him with pure amusement, pointing with pure glee as the Master’s eyes bled red with anger.
“What is this?” He shouted. His shout echoed throughout the darkness. After the echo of his scream had subsided, all that could be heard were the soft giggles of the little boy. The Master plucked the boy up with two fingers and held him by his soft neck.
“We shall drain him of his color, his vitality, his life,” he commanded. At once, the soldiers seized the boy and brought him to the confinements of the Master’s dungeon. The soldiers held the boy upside down, hoping the color would drain from his head, shook him until the boy spurted soft coughs, and screamed incantations to alter his appearance. The boy stayed as he was, beautiful and colorful.
The Master looked about the vast darkness before him and just as the soldiers ran to relay the news of the child’s undefeatable color, a flash of light illuminated the town, for just a few seconds. The black walls became red as bricks, the sky a deep blue, and even the men and woman in his line of vision were given but a glimpse of color in their pin straight hair and sullen faces.
The guards caught the glimpse of color, and in that moment, they felt. Not knowing what it was, they all hurled back, holding their bodies in agony.
“Something has come over us. Possessed my mind to deliberate things it never has,” one guard screamed in terror. The Master thrust his hand forth in stern assertion, immediately silencing their expressive cries.
“Silence,” he declared. And with his acute words all recollection of color immediately ceased, and darkness again enveloped them. “Destroy him.” the Master sharply whispered.
The guards ran back to the dungeon, repeating the lifeless demands in their narrow minds. Whispering “destroy him” so their own ears would not forget the directions given. In the dark corridors of the dungeon, the men could not see the young child, which amused him even further. His giggles illuminated the halls and the men finally saw the young boy’s golden eyes piercing through their cold minds. A guard seized the boy, prepared to carry out the directions the Master had given until another flash of light swept the dungeon; this one longer than the first. The guard dropped the boy, appalled at what he was about to do. In him rose the compassion of mankind and when he saw the tinted joy in the faces of the guards around him, he felt his own eyes mist over with color.
The Master saw the color from the place he stood, and tried with all his might to suppress it. It was too late, the citizens had seen the glimpse of pleasure and all were consciously willing the color to stay. The combined power was impossible for the Master to defeat. No color reached his own face, instead his slit pupils disappeared, and features furrowed into an inhuman creature, defeated by the light of life.
The little boy clapped his hands in merriment as he imagined life without darkness.